STREET SYNAPSE

Walking, as one does, by

Noticing, as one does, not

STEP

well, often enough

STEP

mysterious glimmering spheres

with welcoming hints of velcro

PAUSE

to lure and seduce

STOP

As objectivity shortly skirts away

WOBBLE

from the skirt? short – facts

facet

faces

face it!

TURN

or walk on bye

STEP

as one does

DESEARTH

This tract dividing us is not for tumbleweed:

although fixed greenless, they carry seeds.  

This space is only for the calcium ghosts

of once thirsty beasts.

The stinging intermittence of wind-hurled grains

masking my foot-borne dents,

while pale moon’s vigil

threatens to freeze the loose ground  

even when the fiery orb returns.

Yet my shadow still grinds across the sand

for a want I have by blue and polkadot black

for a girl named you.

Neck-eye gestures from vultures above

portend the outcome of this foolish quest,

yet the self-drawn mirages draw me on… 

TAUGHT

Strung out, stretched and pulled across his sky

over billowed by the encumbrance of choice.

He’d thought himself in, out and around the box,

trawled the cosmos for

a solution, a loophole, a way.

Unfortunately, it’s a wormhole ride away –

seems even black hole couldn’t bring them two together.

Quite simply, it’s one or the other

the girl or the globe.

How could love and travel

be so painfully polar

and mutually exclusive?

Once one is ditched, discarded, dumped

the path should be clear

yet denial and hope cling

to a fool hardy notion of their

simultaneous possibility.

All one needs is a working knowledge

of parallel universes

SHADES

It was all here, long before us

until we plundered it for paper

to fill with news of cutting down

too many trees.

The black and white is simply

the need for green not greed